A young woman awaits for her prince in a garden
full of mystic wonders and fantasy, closed in by walls of deep green
vines crawling up the walls;and bigmajestic
roses. Daisies and exuberant sunflowers surround the door, spreading
their heavenly scent. Suddenly a vibrant light shines down on her and
highlighting hersunny golden hair and her
azure eyes begin to skle. She hears a deep soft voice in the distance
and it completely melts her soul into a puddle of warm butter. Sheruns toward the voice and embraces the dark shadow
with a fury and searches for his sensual lips. They walk hand in hand
further into the mist of the heavenlygarden
filled with exotic orchids, majestic roses, exquisite dahlias and
lastly sweet Williams all caressing one another.

"My love, you are as exquisite as the
fresh morning dew on roses, your hair smells as glorious as flowers
in bloom and it as soft as silk." he says while running hisfingers through her golden hair .

" you have showered me so much affection
and passion for a time now..and now I would like to return the favor"
he begins to get down on one knee and pullsout
a small box from his pocket.

",(he picks a nearby rose) will you be
mine forever like two robins finding each other in early spring and
flying off together. Will you take my hand and walk withme
further into our garden of passion." he proposes to her sweetly.

"Oh Francis..(she gushes getting more
redder) no words can describe how you make me feel"she beams

"Just say that one little word to seal the
deal baby, the three letter word that will make our life even more
glorious." he says while caressing her face.

"Yes! Oui! J'ai adore mon ami." she
states happily.

Francis grabs her tenderly and twirls her
around in the moonlight, laughing with joy, he brings their lips tp
together in such a deep and wonderful passion.

Walking
off into the mystical dream far into the paleness of the night. The
mist surrounds them covering them like a blanket, hiding them away
from all budding eyes.

A Week Later

The two young lovers have announced their
wedding and set the date, both agreed on getting married in the
garden where it all started. Although Carabethhadn't
been feeling well she still tried her hardest to help and pree all
the arrangements.

When she was sixteen she was diagnosed with a
very rare disease that didn't even have a real name yet. Her organs
would slowly shut down, she had troublewith
eating and sleeping, her breathing would get very labored. She had to
take 5 different pills and 2 shots every six hours to keep everything
in . No one knewabout this except for her
family, she didn't have the heart to tell Francis that they couldn't
be together forever. As the wedding drew closer Carabeth seemed togetting worse, but she did her best to hide it. The
only one who had noticed something was up was her mother; her really
noticed it one afternoon.

"Carabear..are you feeling alright(her
mother says while feeling her daughters forehead) You look so pale
and very tired?" she asks very concerned.

" I'm fine mom..just a little tired..and
so very excited!" she puts on a small smile.

"Well maybe you should go lay down for
awhile, and have you been taking your medication?" she questions
her daughter sternly.

" Yes..mom I have been..I think i have
just..been over doing it.." she stammers trying to catch her
breath.

Carabeth walks off slowly and falls down on a
nearby couch and crashes for the rest of the day; when she awakes
there is a coop crisp breeze flowingthroughout
the house. Looking all around the house she notices it is completely
silent and everyone is asleep, on a small nearby table she spots her
medication and aletter.

Hi sweetie, you looked so peaceful so I didn't
want to disturb you, here is your medicine and inside the fridge is
your dinner. It's the one with a red lid..pleaseeat
some of it a least. I love you very much sweetie

Carabeth helps a much as she can each day, but
as the days wear on she gets more exhausted and worn out. And each
day Carabeth keeps forgetting to takeher
medication which makes everything even worse.

Finally the big day arrives and everyone is
hustling and rushing around to get last minute details finished.
Rachel a very good friend of Carabeth's puts thefinishing
touches on the bouquet, and puts white dahlia's in her Carabeth's
hair which twirl around her golden curls. In the distance Carabeth
can hear sweet melodicmusic playing so they
rush out of the small building and head to the garden.

All of the bridesmaids come down wearing silk
baby-blue dresses with a long lacy slit up the side all carrying a
bouquet of wild flowers, next comes the sweetlittle
flower in a baby-blue dress that's fit for a princess it skles so
brightly in the sun. But the most beautiful of all is the bride who
is wearing a strapless heartshaped white
dress with baby-blue rhinestones gleaming ever so beautifully. To
finish it all off she is wearing a tiara with lace falling down onto
her face and a little bitin the back.

There were flashes coming in from every
direction and everyone was going ooh and awes at the lovely site. It
all goes black for a minute as she walks up to thepodium,
but it all comes back. The priest is halfway through when Carabeth
comes to, but when it's her turn to speak; she opens her mouth and no
words seem towant to come out and before she
knows it she on the floor going into convulsions.

Twenty minutes later or so they are all at the
hospital where the doctors and nurses are trying to save Carabeth's
life. All that can be heard are beeping andalarms
going on and off. Four hours later Carabeth is put in the I.C.U.
where she is surrounded by machines and has wires and tubes coming in
and out of her fromevery direction. Francis
takes one look at his sweet frail princess and races out of the room.
Carabeth's mom runs after him so she can try to comfort him.

"Francis dear, where are you going?
Carabeth needs you sweetie." Carabeth's mom says while putting
her arms around him.

"I can't see her like that..I.."Francis
sobs on her shoulders.

"I know sweetie but you need to be strong
for her, she needs to know you are there."

They both go in together, but an hour later
Francis is all alone with Carabeth feeling very scared and emotional
not knowing how to talk to her.

"Hi Carabear..(hoping she will answer he
waits for a minute) It's Francis how are you? What a dumb question to
ask someone who is in an comma hey?" hestutters
with tears streaming down.

"You need to get better soon..so we can
finish our dream..I love you so much baby.." he bursts into
uncontrollable sobs.

Francis grabs her hand and tightly squeezes it
she moves slowly and her eyes flutter open for a second. Francis
jumps out of his chair screaming at the top of hislungs.

"Dr Hastier! Dr. Hastier! Come quick!"

After about twenty minutes or so Francis goes
back in and the doctor explains to him that it is just her nerves
making her move and that nothing has changed.Francis
stays with Carabeth for another twenty minutes or so whispering stuff
to her hoping she'll wake up.

I'm here Francis...somewhere..I'm trying so
hard to get back to you...Carabeth says in her mind.

The next day Carabeth mother and Rachel come
for a visit. Rachel begins to cry as she looks at her friend who
looks so helpless and sickly.

"Mommy's here to sweetie..You need to wake
up so you and Francis can finish your wedding.." she runs her
fingers through her daughters hair.

They stay for another hour telling Carabeth
comforting words and why she needs to wake up. when they leave all
you can hear is beeping and doctors rushingaround.

Mmom I'm here..I'm just lost in the
darkness..but I'm trying..I'm. (Carabeth once again says in her
mind).

Two days later Francis comes in with another
girl Sara who is actually Carabeth's older sister who she hadn't
spoke to in over two years because Sara betrayedher
sister very deeply. She stole Carabeth's fianc

'e9 and that was actually how she had met Francis.
She was in the garden crying her eyes out and Francis came up to her
and comforted her and then a few weekslater
they started dating.

Fort the next couple of months Carabeth seems
to getting worse everyday and her organs are slowly shutting down,
the doctor suggests that maybe if theytransplant
some of the organs it might help her wake up, give her that extra
burst of energy she needs.

Each day Francis comes in with Sara who he
seems to be getting closer to each day, he even begins to feel
something for her that he can't quite explain tohimself.
But each and every day he tries to ignore it, but no matter what he
says to himself he can't seem to pull away from Sara. Three months go
by and Carabethhasn't changed a bit, none of
the transplants seem to be taking.

A couple of days go by and Carabeth is showing
slight changes of improvement, but not enough to be taken off the
machines. The doctor figures that she hasgiven
up and that she will probably remain in her comma for the rest of her
life. He told them it's like she doesn't care, because all her organs
are working fine; sothere was no reason why
she shouldn't be waking up. It has everyone puzzled except for
Francis who figures it's his fault she's not responding, that she
knows he'sbeen cheating on her somehow.

Francis doesn't come visit for a entire week,
and within that week Carabeth has woken up twice; but it's always
when no ones around. After about two weeksof
forcing herself to wake up and gaining her energy back slowly, she
steals away one stormy chilly night.

She writes a small note, and leaves a small box
on her table, and quietly sneaks out of the hospital where she has a
nearby cab waiting.

"Where ya headed to mama?" the cab
driver looks at her funny. (she then realizes what a site she must
look with her hospital gown and her hair in a fuss)

"Uhh..to 5012 40 th Ave please.." she
says slowly chattering.

"Ok.." a few minutes they arrive at
her house.

" Could you wait a moment sir? I just need
to go grab my bags and head to the airport? I'll give you a real nice
tip." she smiles warmly at him.

"Sure..sure I can do that for ya" he
booms happily rubbing his hands together smiling smugly.

Carabeth goes inside the huge house and quickly
gathers her most important possessions, like her clothes, makeup,etc.
When she's done she has 4 largesuitcases, 2
small ones, and a makeup bag. She scribbles another small note and
hops back in the cab.

"Airport please" she smiles handing
him a fifty.

"Thank you very much miss, hope you have a
nice flight."

Carabeth buys a ticket and heads out the first
plane to France, it takes her about a week to arrive and another week
to find a place and get settled in.Meanwhile
back in California there a cops posted everywhere at the hospital, at
her home. Francis and Sara keep getting into arguments blaming one
another.

"Sara..this is not all my fault! You.."

"Right it all mine right..I'm to blame for
everything!" she screams interrupting him.

"Oh..just forget it..just.." he booms
angrily.

"Fine! then maybe you should forget all
about us to!" she screams at him intensely.

" See ya later baby!" he smirks
slamming the door in her face.

A month later Francis receives a letter with no
return address on it, he quickly rips it open and begins to read it
out loud.

Dear Francis, Hello it's me Carabeth, you
probably thought you would never hear from me again? Well I decided
to let you know what's going on and so youdon't
worry. I have no idea why I'm worrying so much about the way you feel
after what you've done to me. But just the same I do care. Anyway I'm
happy whereI am and I have begun a new life
so please don't try to contact me or find me or you will just push me
further away than you already have. I still do love you, but Idon't want to anymore. Being away from you and my
sister has helped lot, I have been slowly moving on, I have even been
able to talk to guys now..which wasreally
hard at first. But that is all about I think I should say to you..as
for my sister I never want to speak or see her again..and Francis I
thought you knew better Itold you all about
her. Maybe next time you should think with your head not the one in
your pants. Bye.Carabeth. P.S You have lost all rights to call meCaraBear..so don't bother saying it to me if you
ever see me again.

Francis puts the letter down and begins to sob
uncontrollably as he realizes he's lots his Carabear forever and
their is nothing he can do to change that. After hecalms
himself down he heads over to Carabeth's ents to show them the
letter.

"Mrs Danville! Mrs Danville!" he
screams bursting in their house.

" What!?(she spots the letter he's waving
frantically in his hands) calm down dear..take a deep breath.."
she coaxes softly.

" I received a letter from Cara..but she
never..wants to see me again.." he blubbers.

" It's all right dear we have one
too..here (she hands him a envelope) this has her address on it go
find her and fix this mess." she states clearly.

"But she said..she"

" Never mind what she says she needs
you..so you go to her!" she interrupts him.

" But what do I do about Sara..I.."
he stutters quietly.

" Sara! doesn't deserve you she does not
care for you the way our Cara did..does.Now go to her and finish your
dream she guys started." she pats his backsoftly.

Francis says goodbye and heads home, he packs
his belongings rather quickly and dashes to the airport to hop on the
first available plane to France. It takes alittle
over a week to get there..when he arrives he is feeling very lost and
alone and so very confused. Looking around he spots a cab and
whistles rather loudly forhis attention.

Carabeth quickly fixes her self up and heads
downstairs and an few minutes later they are talking.

"You look really good Carabear!" he
smiles sweetly at her.

" Thank you..you are not looking to shabby
yourself..(she swallows real hard) I can't just give you another
chance just like that though..it's going to take sometime..you're going to have to prove to me your
worthy." she explains to him sternly.

" Uhh..ok how can I do that..just tell me
and I will do it."

" Well..I'm going to go away for awhile to
do some soul searching..but when I get back we will try and fix
things..but that means you have to stay away from mysister!"

" OK I can do that..but how long are you
planning on being gone for?"

" I'm not to sure yet..you just have to
give me time.." she wipes away a small tear.

" I do still love you so very much..and I
am so very sorry." he whimpers.

" I'm sorry but I can't forgive you..right
now but maybe in time."

" Well I will take that..it's better then
nothing." he gives her a small smile.

" I must go now..it was nice to see you."
she tries to give a smile.

Francis gets up and walks her back to her room,
and then a few days later is sending her off on her plane not knowing
if he will ever see her again. He waits tillthe
plane is nothing but a spec of dust. Francis hops on the next plane
home, when he arrives there is a letter waiting for him marked
urgent. He looks at the addressand notices
it is from Sara who now is living in Langerbridge a small town in mid
California.

Dear Francis, Hey it's Sara..I'm in so much
trouble, you have to come and help me. I married that guy Allan that
I told you about but the bastard was alreadymarried.
He says he loves me and is going to leave her or get rid of her some
way. But the other day I saw him with another woman and they were
making out. Hesays if I try and leave he
will kill me or someone in my family. I'm so very scared. He knows
where everyone is even Cara. He has people following her. Pleasecome to Langerbridge. My cell number is 675-3654.

He puts the letter down and gets on the first
plane for Langerbridge which is about a week long trip from where he
lives which is New York City, he arrives ona
Saturday.

Langerbridge is a small scenic town with
outrageous flower gardens, hills surround the outskirts of the town,
and everywhere you look is small children playing.He
calls Sara and within ten minutes she arrives.

" Francis!" yells Sara running to him
and hugging him tightly with tears pouring down her pale ivory face.

" Shh..it's all right Sara, I'm here I
won't let him hurt you or Cara." he rubs her back.

" Oh why do I get myself into these kind
of situations.." she sobs.

" It's all right why don't you stay with
me at the inn?"

" No I better not do that..he will find
out and get very angry." she peers over her shoulder to see if
anyone is watching, she spots a husky man with a black hatglancing her way.

" Well ok..why don't we go get a bite."

" Yeah that sound good..lets go." she
begins to push Francis while watching the guy in the far corner.

After they have a bite to eat in a small diner
they decide to go sight seeing and find a small club where they go
and have a few drinks and do a little dancing.After
a few wobbly pops they decide to go back to Francis room and put on
some music. The song " My Love,My love" is playing.

Sara and Francis begin to dance, halfway
through the song Sara brings her soft voluptuous lips to his and lays
one of him hard. He pulls away but she grabs himforcefully
and begins to roll her tongue in his mouth, he accepts them willingly
returning the favor. They continue to dance for another few minutes
until a faster songcomes on and they fall
onto the couch laughing.

Sara slams the phone down and burst into tears
falling into Francis arms, he holds her tenderly and comforts her
whispering softly in her ear. Sara explains toFrancis
what she plans to do between sobs while calling the police, she gets
through within minutes.

" Hi, may I speak with Mr. McGraw please?"
she asks sweetly while sniffling.

" Speaking..how can I help you? Give your
name and your problem please." a deep southern male voice
answers.

"It's Sara..and he doing it again..he's.."
she begins to sob again.

" OK Sara I'll be right over."

Mr. McGraw rushes right over to Sara's and
knocks loudly on the door. He's running his golden hands through his
thick sandy hair when she answers the door,Sara
almost melts when she looks at his deep piercing blue eyes and his
dark mascu rugged face.

" Come in..please make yourself
comfortable." she flirts with him.

Francis backs out the way and lets the
policeman do his job, twenty minutes or so later he's got machines
all set up and the phone as expected rings.

" It's OK Sara..I'm right here just try
and act normal and keep him talking as long as you can." that
same deep southern voice coaxes.

" Hello..( she swallows hard) This is
Sara.." she states nervously.

" I told you to stop seeing that prick you
little bitch! " the voice grits.

" He is just a friend baby..you have no
need to worry..I love you.." she stutters.

" Why don't you come tonight baby..we
can.."

"Yeah OK..I'll be home in awhile..I
just.." she struggles to answer.

" Just have to what! Do you think I'm
stupid little slut!" he screams.

" Please..don't yell at me" she
whimpers.

" I will do what ever I want..do you know
who I am and what I can do to your precious family!" he states
angrily.

" Ok..Baby..I'll be over in a few I just
need to have a shower ok."

" All right then..you be over within
twenty minutes or else! " he yells while laughing deeply then
hangs the phone up.

" Great job Sara we have that bastard
right where we need him..man he isn't to smart.." he beams
happily.

" Uhmm..sir if I can be of any help..I'm
here.." Francis says quickly.

" Uh yeah you can stay here with Sara..but
I'm also going to send a cop over to watch the place.." he
caresses her shoulder and smiles sweetly at Sara.

Twenty minutes later they are cops all around
Allan's house, four of them come charging through the front door
right when they are in the middle of a .... Allanlooks
up in terror as he realizes he's done for with all the evidence right
in front of him there is no way talk his way out of this one.

" Allan Mest you are under arrest for
harassment, illegal drug possession, trafficking, stolen goods..( the
cops says sternly while looking around the room) and Icould
just keep going; you have the right to remain silent, anything you
say or do can be held against you in a court of law, if you don't
have an attorney one will befound for you."
he says while slapping the cuffs around Allan's wrists.

" This is bull...you have nothing on me
pig!" he screams trying to squirm out of the cuffs.

" We have more on you buddy then you no so
just shut up before you make things more worse for your self."
the cops persists while forcing him into a nearbycop
car.

Francis and Sara wait patiently for Mr. McGraw
to return, when he finally does Sara throws her arms around him and
plants a kiss on his lips, Francis says hisgood
byes realizing he's not needed anymore and hops on the next flight
home. When he gets home they're a few messages waiting for him on his
machine, he turnsthem on while searching for
a good hard drink which he deserves after all he's dealt with this
week.

Francis thank you so much for all your
help..call me sometime love ya babe.

Hey Francis it's Rachel give me a shout.

Francis deletes all the messages and then heads
to the kitchen to make himself a snack, after having a bite to eat he
falls down on a nearby couch and passes outwithin
minutes, he's half asleep when the phone rings.

" Hello.." he answers sleepily.

" Francis.." a small voice says.

" Yes!" he sits up right away when he
realizes whose voice it is but before he can say another thing the
goes dead.

Six months later the phone rings again in the
middle of the night but he decides to let the machine answer.

Francis it's Carabeth..uhmm we really need to
talk..I'm coming home and we have lots to discuss..( she says while
rubbing her protruding stomach) I'll be therein
a few days..I do love you still and I hope you still love me..ok
while I have to go now my plane is leaving in a few minutes see you
in a week bye.

Francis smiles happily to himself as he drifts
off to sleep, he ponders what they're life will be like now but
before he can decide he is fast asleep in dream land.